Crisp to the beat of thousand taps.
Lines form for a thousand claps.
Holding our friend on our shoulder.
What can you say if we were bolder?

Plenty of cheers, with a few boos’
Not one flinches, to some who are fools.
Uniforms move as a sea of …red, white and blue.

Our hearts sing to a patriotic tune.
No one can say when it will be our turn,
Marking our time until we return.
Soft our stride as we step one, two and three.

Plenty of guts to say we are free.
Too tired to weep, too proud of our talk.
Only Free Soldiers can walk the walk.
Fight by land or by sea.
Ready to defend you to be free.
Won’t accept defeat as you see.

Carry me home if I can’t, send me back if I can.
Don’t say you’re sorry, less you are me.
holding a silent salute, please don’t cry.
As our brothers and Sisters March by.